Me: Do you want to talk about last night?
Nell: Not really.
Me: And why I’m late posting this today?
Nell: It is what it is.
Me: Not even about how a quiet game of Monopoly turned into a wild evening of dancing and singing?
Nell: Talk to Naughty Nigel. He’s the one who started it.
Me: Or how you overindulged on champagne and turkey sandwiches last thing at night and woke me at 3am and 5am.
Nell: I needed some fresh air.
Me: I’m only teasing you. We all had a lovely time.
Nell: David fell asleep under a pile of cushions.
Me: We could have done without the Beefy chorus.
Nell: They were supposed to be carol singers. Stephen Seagull organised it for Miss Penny Lane.
Me: I might be wrong here, but I think Penny has softened her attitude towards him.
Nell: Yes, they were certainly chatting away at dinner.
Me: It was good to see John the Doberman, if only for a short time.
Nell: He feels the loss of Poppy acutely.
Me: He does.
Nell: She was impressed with how well it all went, by the way.
Me: Good. I thought Herr Hoffmann did an excellent job.
Nell: He’s having a quiet day today.
Me: I think we all are, to be honest.
Nell: Charlotte and Scarlett enjoyed themselves too.
Me: Yes. It was a proper family time and just what we needed.
Nell: I’m sure Alex was smiling when she saw you celebrating.
Me: I’d like to think she was. I hope she realised how much she was in our thoughts.
Nell: That’s all our Guardians want, you know.
Me: What do you mean?
Nell: To be remembered and for us to be happy. No need to justify a lovely day.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
